“Oh my gosh, what the HELL is going on?”
“Where the Hell is Sam?”
“Why isn’t he answering his phone?”
“Will someone please just tell me what the hell is going on?”
“I need answers. I have clients who are breathing down my neck and they are angry, what am I supposed to tell them?”
These are the questions that swirled around me all day today. From agents, clients, processors, officers, and God only knows who else. Being Sam’s assistant can be one of the hardest things to cope with, but at the end of the day when my head pounds, my eyes ache, my stomach is in notes, and I feel like putting my head down on my desk and crying, I am thankful I have a job and a great boss who just can’t return phone calls. I can’t complain. I have this half desire to describe in great detail how everything went down. All the irate phone calls I received but for some reason I just cant. My brain is now just a fuzz of white haze and my eyes keep glazing over as I write this. The font type which, which would see huge to some, seems like a far away ant crawling across my computer screen. I can hear through the wall Sam and Allen conversing with a client as he signs the first in a barrage of papers he will have to sign while working with us. Off in the distance someone is walking down the hall and they are wearing flip-flops and someone else is making calls for health insurance for seniors. She talks in a high squeaky voice so they can understand her. She wears a rather large black bow in her grey hair and always wears and black and or white t-shirt and black pants; some times the bow is purple or white but most of the time it is black. In the office down the hall Samantha is working to type up all the last updates for the day trying to make everyone happy. Allen says I can not come to work tomorrow because after today he is afraid for my health, but Sam is going on a fishing trip with his son and some of their friends so I know there will be no one here to answer the phones and Allen and Samantha can not do it themselves. The amount of phone calls we get daily is rather scary and terribly horrifying if there are only two people. It will be wonderful to be able to say to people that Sam is out of the office for the weekend and Will not be returning calls, I repeat will not be returning calls. I just can’t wait. Everyone will be so angry.
Today is my older brother’s birthday, he is turning 33. I have thought about calling him all day but I just can’t get up the nerve. I hope with all my heart that he is having a good birthday and I hope he knows that I love him. But some times when you have been hurt by someone to many times it is hard to open yourself up to trust them again. I am torn though because he is my brother and I love him and want to call him but I just can’t.
Allen said he was going to take me out to a nice dinner today since we were to busy to have lunch but I am so tired I just kinda feel like curling up on the couch and watching the Olympics or something. I am not sure what I really want to do. But I think I am done rambling for now. Samantha just left for the day so I think I will to. My phone continues to ring even though it is after five. Stupid people.
Mellow! I'm so sorry you had a nasty day. Tomorrow will be better. It is Friday after all. Now leave me a comment on my blog already!
Posted by: Natalie | August 14, 2008 at 10:14 PM